Loki fan fiction: “no good deed goes unpunished,” by Fireangel76. Loki unexpectly finds something he neither looked for nor wanted and it gets in the way of who he is, and what he wants. Will he change his mind? Will he leave pain and destruction on his path? Or maybe he will find a space for a little hope?
“My name is Leah, although that´s not important, what´s important is the hunt, my price is an elusive asgardian prince named Loki. I´m freezing to the bones, this damn rain hasn´t stopped in hours, I heard a rumor he was going to come to this criminal´s bar tonight, but as usual I´m out o9f luck, no sign of Loki and I can´t feel my fingers anymore.”
A lonesome figure stands against a wall, waiting in the dark, she looks out of place; too pretty compared to the beggars that crawl around, too shabby for a hooker and way to naïve for a cop. Her long hair is soaked wet as the rest of her, some regulars tried to pick her up but her fierce full look once too close to her meant business and around this neighborhood you don´t mess with someone else’s business.
With a sigh of utter defeat her watch has come to an end, at least for tonight as she walks back to her motel she´s left alone with her thoughts.
“What are you doing? Seeking him night after night… you are a housewife for goodness sake! No … I´m not any more, no more house, no more wife, remember?”
The pain in her chest as she reminds herself all that is lost is too much to bare “And now you´re gonna make yourself cry, that´s just great! I need a drink”
At last she reaches the stairs that lead to her room, no one would miss her if she didn´t returned, but at least that meant there´s no one there to see her cry or drink, both of which will have to wait, she´s too numb so she walks directly to the bathroom, a hot shower is all that´s on her mind right now.
If she saw herself in the mirror she wouldn´t recognize herself, her slightly chubby figure had transformed into a lean almost skinny one, the sparks that lived in her eyes has died with them, cold numb blue eyes framed by dark patches replaced them.
As the hot water warmed her body her defenses melted away, as the dull pain in her chest returned silent tears began to pour out until she couldn´t silence them anymore. And there she stayed clumped in the bathtub floor holding to her knees as if her life depended on it until she was too exhausted to cry anymore.
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